0ohA1fY - 21 TO INFINITY Lyrics

Finna take you way back on this shi
It's that classic Houston shi (21 to infinity)
It's that classic Houston shi
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I'm feelin so high, I'm feelin myself
Feelin so high, I'm feelin myself
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It's that Houston shi that take you way back
Take you way back to the Screw, take you way back to the hood
Take you way back
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Uh
Put yo guns up, put yo money up
Got you mixin yo cups
Mix that blurple, mix that purple
Mix that cup up with the methazine
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(21 to infinity)
Feelin so high, got me
Got me feelin headache
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah can't feel my toes anymore
Can't feel it
I can't feel it
We is chilled out
We is chilled out
We is finna
We is finna
Uh
We is finna
Take the hood off from this car
Take you in a ride
Take you where somewhere can't never see anymore
Take you Outerspace
Take you to my place
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Uh
Uh
Speakers, are bumpin
Speakers, are thumpin
Uh
Uh
Can feel yo, chest up
Bread up, down
Up and down
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get this bread up
Let's get this fired up
Let's get this bread up
Let's get the club goin up
Get the club goin crazy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
R.I.P. to the screw
R.I.P. to people who I've seen dead
Seen the red
But now in the heavens
But heavenly soakin
Heavenly blown, smoke
Blown, smoke
Feel my guns, R.I.P.
Rest in peace
Can not see me
Cause I'm on a different level
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Uh

Finna take you way back on this shi
It's that classic Houston shi (21 to infinity)
It's that classic Houston shi
Uh
Uh
I'm feelin so high, I'm feelin myself
Feelin so high, I'm feelin myself
Uh
It's that Houston shi that take you way back
Take you way back to the Screw, take you way back to the hood
Take you way back
Uh
Uh
Put yo guns up, put yo money up
Got you mixin yo cups
Mix that blurple, mix that purple
Mix that cup up with the methazine
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(21 to infinity)
Feelin so high, got me
Got me feelin headache
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah can't feel my toes anymore
Can't feel it
I can't feel it
We is chilled out
We is chilled out
We is finna
We is finna
Uh
We is finna
Take the hood off from this car
Take you in a ride
Take you where somewhere can't never see anymore
Take you Outerspace
Take you to my place
Uh
Uh
Uh
Speakers, are bumpin
Speakers, are thumpin
Uh
Uh
Can feel yo, chest up
Bread up, down
Up and down
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get this bread up
Let's get this fired up
Let's get this bread up
Let's get the club goin up
Get the club goin crazy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
R.I.P. to the screw
R.I.P. to people who I've seen dead
Seen the red
But now in the heavens
But heavenly soakin
Heavenly blown, smoke
Blown, smoke
Feel my guns, R.I.P.
Rest in peace
Can not see me
Cause I'm on a different level
Uh
Uh